The Widow's Wealth

Chapter 4

A few hours prior

Castle Hill

Heavy boots, black torn polyester pants wrapped loosely around his waist. Sweat rolled frivolously like the drop of rain down a cemented wall against his carved stomach.

Castle Hill stood over the collection of glasses he'd just produced for that day's market's production. He had a delivery to make in about an hour.

Dragon born, his knowledge of glass goes back to more than a decade. His great grandfather had taken him under his wing when he was about to become a teen. Teaching him the art behind glass production. His great grandfather saw it merely has fun, raining the flames coursing through his veins on the angry sand of Desmond Desert. The beautiful glass the liquefied sand had produced had drone him towards glass production as an escape from his troubles. He had fallen in love with it ever since his introduction and right now the quality and mass of his glass have not only won him contracts from different construction companies but also certain automobile companies bought glass from him since he specialized in bulletproof mirrors and glasses. He was slowly becoming the best in the business as his company's name was nominated once for best quality glass. He didn't win but being mentioned was among the top three was more than enough to fuel his burning passion for producing glasses.

Shinny black hair, tan skin that sold through everyone in the clan. Brilliant beams of sunlight warmed through the windowless warehouse he stood in.

The reflection on the mirror in front of him from the mirror behind him caught his attention as he watched Enoch rush through his shift from dragon to man. Showing no sign of pain as he forced bones back into human flesh. His younger brother sped into the warehouse. "Castle, grandpa wants you in his office now." Castle tightened his sideways glare at him as a low growl emanated from his soul.

"Tell him I'm currently working, I have an order to deliver at this minute." Enoch snorted at his response; as if he dared go back to their grandfather with such response.

"He also told me to tell you if you're not in the office in the next five minutes he'll come here personally and destroy your toy shop." Castle let out another growl as he barked at his younger brother ready to charge towards him but the bastard transformed before he could make his way toward him. Flying away from his stead as he should.

Irritants crept under his skin as he stared at the vehicle already filled with the glasses and mirrors he was meant to deliver. This delivery was a very important delivery that would either determine if this new customer would continue seeking services from him or not. And being late on the first day would only prove how unreliable he was. Of course, he could always fly with the vehicle to the customer, after speaking with his grandfather. But humans had strong surveillance systems that he couldn't risk being careless with.

Sighing, he knew his grandfather way too well and he was more than capable of destroying his warehouse over something as trivial as being absent. Checking the time on his wristwatch, he pushed himself forward, enduring the pain that came with the cracking of his bones as he transformed from a man to a dragon. He pierced through the air with lightning speed. Seconds later he stood in front of the dark-brown oak door, with his hand folded into a knock.

The door opened before his hand could come in contact with the door. "What took you so long?" His grandfather's steel-blue eyes shorn into his yellowish-brown eyes.

"Enoch just left my stead, what's all this farce about I have a delivery to make?" He grumbled as his grandfather sent him one of his iron glares.

"That business of yours isn't as important as our village's reputation." Castle's eyes furrowed at the man in front of him as a frown took over his face. "It appears that our spy was killed three days ago and we must protect his widow. It's of major importance that we rescue his wife before they get to her, and you, Castle, are the only one with the strength and capabilities to conquer, withstand and take care of her." His grandfather as young as he looked stared into his eyes sharply with all seriousness laid on the table. "You're the only one strong-willed enough to become her bodyguard, we can't let the information gathered by our spy end up back in the hands of our enemies."